THE PUNISHMENT.
THE PUNISHMENT.
Full seven years have passed and flown—But years o'er Thekla lightly pass,As rose leaves, falling one by one,From roses on the summer grass.
Full seven years have passed and flown—But years o'er Thekla lightly pass,As rose leaves, falling one by one,From roses on the summer grass.
Full seven years have passed and flown—But years o'er Thekla lightly pass,As rose leaves, falling one by one,From roses on the summer grass.
Full seven years have passed and flown—But years o'er Thekla lightly pass,As rose leaves, falling one by one,From roses on the summer grass.
"It is our bridal day," she said;"We're bidden to a christ'ning feastI'll wear the robe I had when wed,The robe I love of all the best.
"It is our bridal day," she said;"We're bidden to a christ'ning feastI'll wear the robe I had when wed,The robe I love of all the best.
"It is our bridal day," she said;"We're bidden to a christ'ning feastI'll wear the robe I had when wed,The robe I love of all the best.
"It is our bridal day," she said;"We're bidden to a christ'ning feastI'll wear the robe I had when wed,The robe I love of all the best.
"I'll wear my crown of jewels rare:On brow and bosom let them shine;Yet diamonds in my golden hairWere dull beside these eyes of mine!"
"I'll wear my crown of jewels rare:On brow and bosom let them shine;Yet diamonds in my golden hairWere dull beside these eyes of mine!"
"I'll wear my crown of jewels rare:On brow and bosom let them shine;Yet diamonds in my golden hairWere dull beside these eyes of mine!"
"I'll wear my crown of jewels rare:On brow and bosom let them shine;Yet diamonds in my golden hairWere dull beside these eyes of mine!"
She laughed aloud before the glass."Some women's hair would turn to greyWith cares, ere half the years did passI've numbered since my wedding day.
She laughed aloud before the glass."Some women's hair would turn to greyWith cares, ere half the years did passI've numbered since my wedding day.
She laughed aloud before the glass."Some women's hair would turn to greyWith cares, ere half the years did passI've numbered since my wedding day.
She laughed aloud before the glass."Some women's hair would turn to greyWith cares, ere half the years did passI've numbered since my wedding day.
"But they were mothers—fools, I trow.Life's current all too quickly runs;I would not give my beauty nowFor all their goodly race of sons."
"But they were mothers—fools, I trow.Life's current all too quickly runs;I would not give my beauty nowFor all their goodly race of sons."
"But they were mothers—fools, I trow.Life's current all too quickly runs;I would not give my beauty nowFor all their goodly race of sons."
"But they were mothers—fools, I trow.Life's current all too quickly runs;I would not give my beauty nowFor all their goodly race of sons."
She sprang upon her palfrey white,While Erick held the broidered rein,And showered down her veil of lightUpon the flowing, silky mane.
She sprang upon her palfrey white,While Erick held the broidered rein,And showered down her veil of lightUpon the flowing, silky mane.
She sprang upon her palfrey white,While Erick held the broidered rein,And showered down her veil of lightUpon the flowing, silky mane.
She sprang upon her palfrey white,While Erick held the broidered rein,And showered down her veil of lightUpon the flowing, silky mane.
The guests rose up in wonderment—Such beauty never had been seen—And bowed before her as she went,As if she were a crownéd queen.
The guests rose up in wonderment—Such beauty never had been seen—And bowed before her as she went,As if she were a crownéd queen.
The guests rose up in wonderment—Such beauty never had been seen—And bowed before her as she went,As if she were a crownéd queen.
The guests rose up in wonderment—Such beauty never had been seen—And bowed before her as she went,As if she were a crownéd queen.
The knights pressed round with words of praise,And murmured homage in her ear,And swore to serve her all their days,E'en die for her—would she but hear.
The knights pressed round with words of praise,And murmured homage in her ear,And swore to serve her all their days,E'en die for her—would she but hear.
The knights pressed round with words of praise,And murmured homage in her ear,And swore to serve her all their days,E'en die for her—would she but hear.
The knights pressed round with words of praise,And murmured homage in her ear,And swore to serve her all their days,E'en die for her—would she but hear.
But vainly, all in vain they soughtOne answering smile of love to win.Upon her soul there lieth noughtSave that one only, deadly sin.
But vainly, all in vain they soughtOne answering smile of love to win.Upon her soul there lieth noughtSave that one only, deadly sin.
But vainly, all in vain they soughtOne answering smile of love to win.Upon her soul there lieth noughtSave that one only, deadly sin.
But vainly, all in vain they soughtOne answering smile of love to win.Upon her soul there lieth noughtSave that one only, deadly sin.
"I pray you now I fain would haveSo fair an angel hold my child,"The mother said; and smiling, gaveTo Thekla's arms her infant mild.
"I pray you now I fain would haveSo fair an angel hold my child,"The mother said; and smiling, gaveTo Thekla's arms her infant mild.
"I pray you now I fain would haveSo fair an angel hold my child,"The mother said; and smiling, gaveTo Thekla's arms her infant mild.
"I pray you now I fain would haveSo fair an angel hold my child,"The mother said; and smiling, gaveTo Thekla's arms her infant mild.
Advancing slow, with stately air,Beside the font she took her place,The infant, like a rosebud fair,Nestling amid her bosom's lace.
Advancing slow, with stately air,Beside the font she took her place,The infant, like a rosebud fair,Nestling amid her bosom's lace.
Advancing slow, with stately air,Beside the font she took her place,The infant, like a rosebud fair,Nestling amid her bosom's lace.
Advancing slow, with stately air,Beside the font she took her place,The infant, like a rosebud fair,Nestling amid her bosom's lace.
She lays it on the bishop's arm,The while he makes the blessed sign,And sains it safe from ghostly harmBy Father, Spirit, Son Divine.
She lays it on the bishop's arm,The while he makes the blessed sign,And sains it safe from ghostly harmBy Father, Spirit, Son Divine.
She lays it on the bishop's arm,The while he makes the blessed sign,And sains it safe from ghostly harmBy Father, Spirit, Son Divine.
She lays it on the bishop's arm,The while he makes the blessed sign,And sains it safe from ghostly harmBy Father, Spirit, Son Divine.
Then reaches out her hands againTo take it—but with moaning sound,Like one distraught with sudden pain,Falls pale and fainting to the ground.
Then reaches out her hands againTo take it—but with moaning sound,Like one distraught with sudden pain,Falls pale and fainting to the ground.
Then reaches out her hands againTo take it—but with moaning sound,Like one distraught with sudden pain,Falls pale and fainting to the ground.
Then reaches out her hands againTo take it—but with moaning sound,Like one distraught with sudden pain,Falls pale and fainting to the ground.
"She has no children," Erick said,As pleading for the strange mischance;"This only grief since we were wedHas saddened sore her life, perchance."
"She has no children," Erick said,As pleading for the strange mischance;"This only grief since we were wedHas saddened sore her life, perchance."
"She has no children," Erick said,As pleading for the strange mischance;"This only grief since we were wedHas saddened sore her life, perchance."
"She has no children," Erick said,As pleading for the strange mischance;"This only grief since we were wedHas saddened sore her life, perchance."
"She has no children!" murmured lowThe happy mothers, gathered near;"No child to love her—bitter woe;No child to kiss her on her bier!"
"She has no children!" murmured lowThe happy mothers, gathered near;"No child to love her—bitter woe;No child to kiss her on her bier!"
"She has no children!" murmured lowThe happy mothers, gathered near;"No child to love her—bitter woe;No child to kiss her on her bier!"
"She has no children!" murmured lowThe happy mothers, gathered near;"No child to love her—bitter woe;No child to kiss her on her bier!"
But graver matrons shook the head:"That witchlike beauty bodes no good;Witch hands can never hold, 'tis said,A child just blessed by holy rood."
But graver matrons shook the head:"That witchlike beauty bodes no good;Witch hands can never hold, 'tis said,A child just blessed by holy rood."
But graver matrons shook the head:"That witchlike beauty bodes no good;Witch hands can never hold, 'tis said,A child just blessed by holy rood."
But graver matrons shook the head:"That witchlike beauty bodes no good;Witch hands can never hold, 'tis said,A child just blessed by holy rood."
They raised her up; she spake no word,But slowly drooped her tearful eyes;The rushing wave was all she heard,The whirling wheels, the infants' cries.
They raised her up; she spake no word,But slowly drooped her tearful eyes;The rushing wave was all she heard,The whirling wheels, the infants' cries.
They raised her up; she spake no word,But slowly drooped her tearful eyes;The rushing wave was all she heard,The whirling wheels, the infants' cries.
They raised her up; she spake no word,But slowly drooped her tearful eyes;The rushing wave was all she heard,The whirling wheels, the infants' cries.
And Erick said, with bitter smile:"You play the mother all too ill;Madonnas do not suit your style."Her thoughts were by the lonely mill.
And Erick said, with bitter smile:"You play the mother all too ill;Madonnas do not suit your style."Her thoughts were by the lonely mill.
And Erick said, with bitter smile:"You play the mother all too ill;Madonnas do not suit your style."Her thoughts were by the lonely mill.
And Erick said, with bitter smile:"You play the mother all too ill;Madonnas do not suit your style."Her thoughts were by the lonely mill.
They set her on her palfrey white;She heeds not all their taunting sneers,But showers down her veil of light,To hide the conscious, guilty tears.
They set her on her palfrey white;She heeds not all their taunting sneers,But showers down her veil of light,To hide the conscious, guilty tears.
They set her on her palfrey white;She heeds not all their taunting sneers,But showers down her veil of light,To hide the conscious, guilty tears.
They set her on her palfrey white;She heeds not all their taunting sneers,But showers down her veil of light,To hide the conscious, guilty tears.
They rode through all his vast estateBut rode in silence—he behind,Sore pondering on his childless fate,With ruffled brow and moody mind.
They rode through all his vast estateBut rode in silence—he behind,Sore pondering on his childless fate,With ruffled brow and moody mind.
They rode through all his vast estateBut rode in silence—he behind,Sore pondering on his childless fate,With ruffled brow and moody mind.
They rode through all his vast estateBut rode in silence—he behind,Sore pondering on his childless fate,With ruffled brow and moody mind.
They rode through shadowy forest glades,By meadows filled with lowing kine,By streams that ran like silver threadsDown from the dark-fringed hills of pine.
They rode through shadowy forest glades,By meadows filled with lowing kine,By streams that ran like silver threadsDown from the dark-fringed hills of pine.
They rode through shadowy forest glades,By meadows filled with lowing kine,By streams that ran like silver threadsDown from the dark-fringed hills of pine.
They rode through shadowy forest glades,By meadows filled with lowing kine,By streams that ran like silver threadsDown from the dark-fringed hills of pine.
"Alas!" he thought, "no child of mineWhen I am dead shall take my place;Must all the wealth of all my linePass to a hated kinsman's race?"
"Alas!" he thought, "no child of mineWhen I am dead shall take my place;Must all the wealth of all my linePass to a hated kinsman's race?"
"Alas!" he thought, "no child of mineWhen I am dead shall take my place;Must all the wealth of all my linePass to a hated kinsman's race?"
"Alas!" he thought, "no child of mineWhen I am dead shall take my place;Must all the wealth of all my linePass to a hated kinsman's race?"
"Now, by my sword, I'd give up all,Wealth, fame, and glory, all I've won,So that within my father's hallBeside me stood a noble son!"
"Now, by my sword, I'd give up all,Wealth, fame, and glory, all I've won,So that within my father's hallBeside me stood a noble son!"
"Now, by my sword, I'd give up all,Wealth, fame, and glory, all I've won,So that within my father's hallBeside me stood a noble son!"
"Now, by my sword, I'd give up all,Wealth, fame, and glory, all I've won,So that within my father's hallBeside me stood a noble son!"
He saw her white veil floating backAlong the twilight gray and still,Like ghostly shadows on her track—Her thoughts were by the lonely mill.
He saw her white veil floating backAlong the twilight gray and still,Like ghostly shadows on her track—Her thoughts were by the lonely mill.
He saw her white veil floating backAlong the twilight gray and still,Like ghostly shadows on her track—Her thoughts were by the lonely mill.
He saw her white veil floating backAlong the twilight gray and still,Like ghostly shadows on her track—Her thoughts were by the lonely mill.
And now they neared the ancient church,The ancient church where they were wed!The moonlight full upon the porchShone bright, and Erick raised his head.
And now they neared the ancient church,The ancient church where they were wed!The moonlight full upon the porchShone bright, and Erick raised his head.
And now they neared the ancient church,The ancient church where they were wed!The moonlight full upon the porchShone bright, and Erick raised his head.
And now they neared the ancient church,The ancient church where they were wed!The moonlight full upon the porchShone bright, and Erick raised his head.
O Heaven! There upon the lawnThe palfrey's shadow stands out clear,But Thekla's shadow—it is gone!Nor form nor floating veil is there.
O Heaven! There upon the lawnThe palfrey's shadow stands out clear,But Thekla's shadow—it is gone!Nor form nor floating veil is there.
O Heaven! There upon the lawnThe palfrey's shadow stands out clear,But Thekla's shadow—it is gone!Nor form nor floating veil is there.
O Heaven! There upon the lawnThe palfrey's shadow stands out clear,But Thekla's shadow—it is gone!Nor form nor floating veil is there.
He spurred his steed with bitter cry:"Could she have fallen in deathly swoon?"But no, there, slowly riding by,He sees her by the bright full moon.
He spurred his steed with bitter cry:"Could she have fallen in deathly swoon?"But no, there, slowly riding by,He sees her by the bright full moon.
He spurred his steed with bitter cry:"Could she have fallen in deathly swoon?"But no, there, slowly riding by,He sees her by the bright full moon.
He spurred his steed with bitter cry:"Could she have fallen in deathly swoon?"But no, there, slowly riding by,He sees her by the bright full moon.
With gesture fierce he seized her rein:Woman or fiend! Look, if you dare,The palfrey casts a shadow plain,But yours—O horror!—is not there!"
With gesture fierce he seized her rein:Woman or fiend! Look, if you dare,The palfrey casts a shadow plain,But yours—O horror!—is not there!"
With gesture fierce he seized her rein:Woman or fiend! Look, if you dare,The palfrey casts a shadow plain,But yours—O horror!—is not there!"
With gesture fierce he seized her rein:Woman or fiend! Look, if you dare,The palfrey casts a shadow plain,But yours—O horror!—is not there!"
She gathered close her silken veil,And wrung her hands, and prayed for grace,While down from Heaven the calm moon paleLooked like God's own accusing face.
She gathered close her silken veil,And wrung her hands, and prayed for grace,While down from Heaven the calm moon paleLooked like God's own accusing face.
She gathered close her silken veil,And wrung her hands, and prayed for grace,While down from Heaven the calm moon paleLooked like God's own accusing face.
She gathered close her silken veil,And wrung her hands, and prayed for grace,While down from Heaven the calm moon paleLooked like God's own accusing face.
He flung aside the broidered rein:"O woe the day that we were wed!A witch bride to my arms I've ta'en,Branded by God's own finger dread."
He flung aside the broidered rein:"O woe the day that we were wed!A witch bride to my arms I've ta'en,Branded by God's own finger dread."
He flung aside the broidered rein:"O woe the day that we were wed!A witch bride to my arms I've ta'en,Branded by God's own finger dread."
He flung aside the broidered rein:"O woe the day that we were wed!A witch bride to my arms I've ta'en,Branded by God's own finger dread."
She followed, weeping, step by step,Led by the unseen hand of Fate,Still keeping in the shadows deep,Until they reached the castle gate.
She followed, weeping, step by step,Led by the unseen hand of Fate,Still keeping in the shadows deep,Until they reached the castle gate.
She followed, weeping, step by step,Led by the unseen hand of Fate,Still keeping in the shadows deep,Until they reached the castle gate.
She followed, weeping, step by step,Led by the unseen hand of Fate,Still keeping in the shadows deep,Until they reached the castle gate.
He strode across the corridor,And rolling back upon its ringThe curtian of her chamber door,He motioned her to enter in.
He strode across the corridor,And rolling back upon its ringThe curtian of her chamber door,He motioned her to enter in.
He strode across the corridor,And rolling back upon its ringThe curtian of her chamber door,He motioned her to enter in.
He strode across the corridor,And rolling back upon its ringThe curtian of her chamber door,He motioned her to enter in.
She laid aside her silken veil,The golden circlet from her head,And waited, motionless and pale,Like one uprisen from the dead.
She laid aside her silken veil,The golden circlet from her head,And waited, motionless and pale,Like one uprisen from the dead.
She laid aside her silken veil,The golden circlet from her head,And waited, motionless and pale,Like one uprisen from the dead.
She laid aside her silken veil,The golden circlet from her head,And waited, motionless and pale,Like one uprisen from the dead.
Could she deny, e'en if she would?The moonlight wrapped her like a sheet.And in the accusing light she stood,As if before God's judgment-seat.
Could she deny, e'en if she would?The moonlight wrapped her like a sheet.And in the accusing light she stood,As if before God's judgment-seat.
Could she deny, e'en if she would?The moonlight wrapped her like a sheet.And in the accusing light she stood,As if before God's judgment-seat.
Could she deny, e'en if she would?The moonlight wrapped her like a sheet.And in the accusing light she stood,As if before God's judgment-seat.
Brief were his questions, stern his wrath;A doom seemed laid on her to tell,How, with the ring of plighted troth,Her hand had wrought the murd'rous spell.
Brief were his questions, stern his wrath;A doom seemed laid on her to tell,How, with the ring of plighted troth,Her hand had wrought the murd'rous spell.
Brief were his questions, stern his wrath;A doom seemed laid on her to tell,How, with the ring of plighted troth,Her hand had wrought the murd'rous spell.
Brief were his questions, stern his wrath;A doom seemed laid on her to tell,How, with the ring of plighted troth,Her hand had wrought the murd'rous spell.
How she had marred his ancient line,And broke the life-chord that should bless,And sent the seven fair souls to pineBack to the shades of nothingness—
How she had marred his ancient line,And broke the life-chord that should bless,And sent the seven fair souls to pineBack to the shades of nothingness—
How she had marred his ancient line,And broke the life-chord that should bless,And sent the seven fair souls to pineBack to the shades of nothingness—
How she had marred his ancient line,And broke the life-chord that should bless,And sent the seven fair souls to pineBack to the shades of nothingness—
That so her beauty might not wane,Her glorious beauty—fatal good;Yet one she would not lose to gainThe rights of sacred motherhood.
That so her beauty might not wane,Her glorious beauty—fatal good;Yet one she would not lose to gainThe rights of sacred motherhood.
That so her beauty might not wane,Her glorious beauty—fatal good;Yet one she would not lose to gainThe rights of sacred motherhood.
That so her beauty might not wane,Her glorious beauty—fatal good;Yet one she would not lose to gainThe rights of sacred motherhood.
And still she told the tale as cold—The witch-fire burning in her eyes—As if it were some legend old,Drawn from a poet's memories.
And still she told the tale as cold—The witch-fire burning in her eyes—As if it were some legend old,Drawn from a poet's memories.
And still she told the tale as cold—The witch-fire burning in her eyes—As if it were some legend old,Drawn from a poet's memories.
And still she told the tale as cold—The witch-fire burning in her eyes—As if it were some legend old,Drawn from a poet's memories.
He cursed her in his bitter wrath,He cursed her by her children dead,He cursed the ring of plighted troth,He cursed the day when they were wed.
He cursed her in his bitter wrath,He cursed her by her children dead,He cursed the ring of plighted troth,He cursed the day when they were wed.
He cursed her in his bitter wrath,He cursed her by her children dead,He cursed the ring of plighted troth,He cursed the day when they were wed.
He cursed her in his bitter wrath,He cursed her by her children dead,He cursed the ring of plighted troth,He cursed the day when they were wed.
Fierce and more fierce his accents rose:"Away!" he cried, "false hag of sin:I see through all this painted glozeThe black and hideous soul within.
Fierce and more fierce his accents rose:"Away!" he cried, "false hag of sin:I see through all this painted glozeThe black and hideous soul within.
Fierce and more fierce his accents rose:"Away!" he cried, "false hag of sin:I see through all this painted glozeThe black and hideous soul within.
Fierce and more fierce his accents rose:"Away!" he cried, "false hag of sin:I see through all this painted glozeThe black and hideous soul within.
"Oh! false and foul, thou art to meA devil—not a woman fair!Like coiling snakes I seem to seeEach twisted tress of golden hair.
"Oh! false and foul, thou art to meA devil—not a woman fair!Like coiling snakes I seem to seeEach twisted tress of golden hair.
"Oh! false and foul, thou art to meA devil—not a woman fair!Like coiling snakes I seem to seeEach twisted tress of golden hair.
"Oh! false and foul, thou art to meA devil—not a woman fair!Like coiling snakes I seem to seeEach twisted tress of golden hair.
"I hate thee, as I hate God's foe.Forth from my castle halls this night:I could not breathe the air, if soThy poison breath were here to blight."
"I hate thee, as I hate God's foe.Forth from my castle halls this night:I could not breathe the air, if soThy poison breath were here to blight."
"I hate thee, as I hate God's foe.Forth from my castle halls this night:I could not breathe the air, if soThy poison breath were here to blight."
"I hate thee, as I hate God's foe.Forth from my castle halls this night:I could not breathe the air, if soThy poison breath were here to blight."
She cowered, shivered, spake no word,But fell before him at his feet,As if an angel of the LordHad smote her at the judgment-seat.
She cowered, shivered, spake no word,But fell before him at his feet,As if an angel of the LordHad smote her at the judgment-seat.
She cowered, shivered, spake no word,But fell before him at his feet,As if an angel of the LordHad smote her at the judgment-seat.
She cowered, shivered, spake no word,But fell before him at his feet,As if an angel of the LordHad smote her at the judgment-seat.
And on her heart there came at lastThe dread, deep consciousness of sin,That ghastly spectre which had castUpon her life this suffering.
And on her heart there came at lastThe dread, deep consciousness of sin,That ghastly spectre which had castUpon her life this suffering.
And on her heart there came at lastThe dread, deep consciousness of sin,That ghastly spectre which had castUpon her life this suffering.
And on her heart there came at lastThe dread, deep consciousness of sin,That ghastly spectre which had castUpon her life this suffering.
And from her hand the gold ring fell—Her wedding ring—and broke in twain;The fatal ring that wrought the spell,The accursed ring of love and pain.
And from her hand the gold ring fell—Her wedding ring—and broke in twain;The fatal ring that wrought the spell,The accursed ring of love and pain.
And from her hand the gold ring fell—Her wedding ring—and broke in twain;The fatal ring that wrought the spell,The accursed ring of love and pain.
And from her hand the gold ring fell—Her wedding ring—and broke in twain;The fatal ring that wrought the spell,The accursed ring of love and pain.
The spell seemed broken then: the wordCame, softly breath'd: "Oh, pardon! grace!"And pleadingly to her dread lordShe lifted up her angel face—
The spell seemed broken then: the wordCame, softly breath'd: "Oh, pardon! grace!"And pleadingly to her dread lordShe lifted up her angel face—
The spell seemed broken then: the wordCame, softly breath'd: "Oh, pardon! grace!"And pleadingly to her dread lordShe lifted up her angel face—
The spell seemed broken then: the wordCame, softly breath'd: "Oh, pardon! grace!"And pleadingly to her dread lordShe lifted up her angel face—
With golden tresses all unbound,Still lovely through her shame and loss,Around his feet her arms she wound,As sinner might around the cross.
With golden tresses all unbound,Still lovely through her shame and loss,Around his feet her arms she wound,As sinner might around the cross.
With golden tresses all unbound,Still lovely through her shame and loss,Around his feet her arms she wound,As sinner might around the cross.
With golden tresses all unbound,Still lovely through her shame and loss,Around his feet her arms she wound,As sinner might around the cross.
He dashed her twining hands aside,He spurned her from him as she knelt."O hateful beauty!" Erick cried,"The source of all thy hellish guilt.
He dashed her twining hands aside,He spurned her from him as she knelt."O hateful beauty!" Erick cried,"The source of all thy hellish guilt.
He dashed her twining hands aside,He spurned her from him as she knelt."O hateful beauty!" Erick cried,"The source of all thy hellish guilt.
He dashed her twining hands aside,He spurned her from him as she knelt."O hateful beauty!" Erick cried,"The source of all thy hellish guilt.
"Pray for a cloud that can eclipseThat long, white streak of moonlight pale.No word of grace from mortal lipsCan bring a ruined soul from Hell.
"Pray for a cloud that can eclipseThat long, white streak of moonlight pale.No word of grace from mortal lipsCan bring a ruined soul from Hell.
"Pray for a cloud that can eclipseThat long, white streak of moonlight pale.No word of grace from mortal lipsCan bring a ruined soul from Hell.
"Pray for a cloud that can eclipseThat long, white streak of moonlight pale.No word of grace from mortal lipsCan bring a ruined soul from Hell.
"Away! I would not pardon, not(I swear it by the holy rood)Unless upon that hated spotAn angel with a lily stood!"
"Away! I would not pardon, not(I swear it by the holy rood)Unless upon that hated spotAn angel with a lily stood!"
"Away! I would not pardon, not(I swear it by the holy rood)Unless upon that hated spotAn angel with a lily stood!"
"Away! I would not pardon, not(I swear it by the holy rood)Unless upon that hated spotAn angel with a lily stood!"
She shuddered in the moonlight pale,That doomed and banned her from his sightThen rose up with a bitter wail,And fled away into the night!
She shuddered in the moonlight pale,That doomed and banned her from his sightThen rose up with a bitter wail,And fled away into the night!
She shuddered in the moonlight pale,That doomed and banned her from his sightThen rose up with a bitter wail,And fled away into the night!
She shuddered in the moonlight pale,That doomed and banned her from his sightThen rose up with a bitter wail,And fled away into the night!